I Was A Cactus

I was a cactus. The thing about cacti is that they are remarkable survivors. They learn how to hold what they need. How to make something out of very little.

And in the right environment they are beautiful. But sometimes the ways we learned to survive become so familiar we stop noticing them at all. The distance, the self-reliance the quiet ways we learned to get through.

Not wrong.

Not broken.

Just ways we adapted.

And sometimes a moment comes along where you simply stop and notice the story you’ve been living, the shape you’ve taken, and decide what you want to hold, and what you want to let go of.

That noticing…Is the beginning of a PLOT TWIST.